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The exasperating thing is that there should be any
trouble at all. If it had only happened before--well, well, I
can't talk here in the street. As you say, you must stand by me,
and I'll do the best I can by you and all concerned."
"Oh, papa, there was good cause for my foreboding."
"Well, yes, and no. I don't know. I'm at my wits' end. If you'll
be brave and sensible, you can probably do more than any of us."
"Papa, papa, something IS the matter with Hobart," and she drew
him hastily into the house, which they had now reached.
Mrs. Kemble met them at the door. Alarmed at her husband's
troubled face, she exclaimed anxiously, "Who is this man? What did
he want?"
"Come now, mother, give me a chance to get my breath. We'll close
the doors, sit down, and talk it all over."
Mrs. Kemble and her daughter exchanged an apprehensive glance and
followed with the air of being prepared for the worst.
The banker sat down and wiped the perspiration from his brow, then
looked dubiously at the deeply anxious faces turned toward him.


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